Admiral Orofino, Or, "The Deliv'ryman of Much Secrets and Death"

Admiral sir, we've found A way to track you down I'm sure this comes as no surprise We regretfully inform you, but This is the norm with men The likes of you Pending marshal law You'll have one chance to withdraw Before we take aggressive means And as you are aware You'll have one chance to re-swear allegiance to the Queen I bend over backwards I study the charts I get them home safely Before supper starts And how do they pay me With letters and threats I wish they would fold their hands And settle their debts Should you want to know Or wonder where to go If sense comes knocking at your door Please sign your name below Sit tight until we show A time can be arranged A man came to meet me A quarter past three To purchase my conscience And strained loyalty The fleet I commanded A convoy unarmed Was to be stranded No one would be harmed